Lucky That My Breasts Are Small And Humble Novels & Stories

"Excuse me?" "You keep staring at my breasts." I adjusted the neckline of my dress, which only seemed to draw his attention back to them. "What is it with men and tits anyway? They're just fat deposits with nipples. Nothing special." "Is that what you think?" "Well, aren't they? I mean, half the population has them. They're literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, I*******m." I waved my hand dismissively. "Yet men act like they've discovered buried treasure every time they see a pair."

"My hands can't even cover them." I flinched. I watched as Mom threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "So good. Leo, suck them." She thrust her white breasts forward, offering her chest to her mate's lips. Her mate sucked one side and he moved to the other, while his palms slapped her full breasts. Mom was an E-cup, full, womanly, and voluptuous. My hands instinctively went to my own chest. I looked down at my breasts. They were small. B-cups. Perky, yes, but they looked like a teenager's body compared to hers.

He lifted her chin high meeting her gaze with his. "It is her naivety and immaturity which makes her different from all the girls out there. Her curiousness on everything makes her unique. Her speaking disability is better than someone's bitter tongue. Her untainted self is something someone would like to cherish forever. So you don't have to worry about her because the man who will get our daughter will be the one consider as lucky." Mikhail completed his words making Rooh realize that he was right.

"You're reckless." She waved her hand dismissively. "I'm a pro at sneaking out. Besides, it's night. Everyone's asleep, and the stars are too beautiful to miss. Have you ever noticed how much bigger they look here? In my time, they're just tiny dots." Her tone was light, almost playful, but I could feel the weight of her words, a longing for a world she could no longer call her own.

I'm trying to make sure I don't get caught staring and hopefully at them. Thankfully, her head is faced down. Oh, she's crying. She can't even see me. Hell. I curse inwardly when a foolish thought finds its way to my mind; if I should massage those breasts with my big hands, if I just keep kneading them like a dough… Will they swell more than they are? Will they get bigger automatically, fast, perhaps? I honestly don't like females with tiny breasts. Why? They have absolutely nothing to offer. If I want a woman riding my dick or tickling my fancy, I need the kind with a big backside and grab-able front side.

I awkwardly nod my head, "yeah, that sounds good. Thanks for coming with me, Lauran. I don't think I could have done this on my own." "No problem, Emma. I'm always here to support you." I bite my lips, everyone in here is so confident and comfortable, I try to work on feeling more confident in myself, but still, I lack confidence. "What size bra do you wear?" The seller asks me politely. "Uhh...90-D cup." The seller stares at my boobs, jealously. "What is your height? You look very small." "5′ 3″" "Damn, that girl's body is small, but look at her boobs, so big!" I hear a girl near me say.

It appears I've succeeded. I step into my boots and dress, zipping the delicate material gently. Turning towards floor to ceiling mirrors that take up almost half of one wall, I can barely recognise my self. I look... different. I've always been petite. My breasts and ass are heavier and rounder than most girls my age and my waist is almost non-existent. Yulia and Thelma usually tease me ruthlessly for having what they call, 'thick thighs'. It is safe to say I'm naturally voluptuous.

God, I've been trying for the past fifteen minutes. "Specifically?" King asks my best friend, jotting down notes as he takes a bite of his muffin. I wrap my arm around Willow as she says, "That I love my body just the way it is. I have small breasts, no curves, love handles, and a bit of a belly. 'Chubby' isn't a derogatory term, and their hatred won't change who I am." Lennox and Seth start clapping in genuine appreciation. Can we take that back?

But that's me. My name is Jessica Myers, I work in an advertising company. I am basically nobody. I grew up being bullied by other kids. They laughed at how I look, how I speak. They laughed about everything related to me. But I don't know why I never felt mad at them, I found what they said about me funny as well, so it is okay. And I like them. At least I never felt alone whenever they talked about me.

Her shirt was off, and in the reflection, I could see her examining her rather plump looking breasts. Now, my mother is extremely small. She was maybe five foot two. She had an hourglass shape that looked stunning on her. She didn't look particularly fragile. Just... small. Despite being plump, her breasts were stunning. I honestly didn't think I had ever seen breasts as attractive as hers. They were considerably bigger than usual right then, which I normally wouldn't find myself attracted to. But somehow, knowing that they were big because they were literally full of milk made them rather appealing.